So this past weekend I went to the Fall Festival in RI with Lou. It was perfect weather but the whole weekend was off to a rough start~
When I got off work Friday night, I had been dropped off so Billy could use my car for whatever he was doing. So I was dropped off and the original plan was for Louis to pick me up but I hadn't packed for the weekend. I was picked up and driven directly to a bar where both my parents and my uncle met up. I began getting agitated because my mother said we'd go home within 5ish minutes and I was supposed to meet Lou for 9pm. 30 minutes go by and I tell Lou to be patient but I hear my father say to my mom, who is obviously bummed that I'm beginning to freak out "Don't worry, don't be sad honey, her plans don't matter." And immediately I text Lou to come straight to the bar. Upon finding out he's coming, my father immediately tries to get everyone to leave the bar and leave me stranded. I was so angry I got really upset at the bar and had to leave so people didn't see how flushed I was. I was taken home and had to call Lou AGAIN to meet me at home.
When he got there I ran up to him, then packed really fast and jumped in his car. I couldn't get away fast enough.
He was really sweet despite how angry and short tempered I was and how pouty and bratty I was with him. He bought my a pumpkin latte, something we always share together now and my mood improved because I know he was trying to cheer me up.
The weekend got a lot better after that.
fucking mushy as fuq;; you've been warned
fucking mushy as fuq;; you've been warned



